Azreal looked down at the dying body lying below him, he had already deciphered the death of the boy in less than thirty seconds, a decision had already been made.
Every had been thought through from the very beginning, finally the manipulator had arrived.
Still floating on his plank, he looked at the army of knights wearily watching him and ready to attack, he could sense the terrifying fright they had for him in their eyes.
*Pft *, he scoffed dismissing his plank to a pile of ash, while still hovering a few meters above the ground an armour of black and grey fabricated on his body.
A white hooded cape appeared attached to the intimidating divine armour, in his hands a darkish green scythe was formed.
He gracefully descended as his hood covered his head and turned his face into the Abyss of Death.
Raising his finger a drop of blood appeared, " Feed on it and grow my child ", saying this the blood plummeted down Azreal's finger and drop on Williams face.
" Lord Azazel, What have we committed that you should forsake us " A green gown cladded female alluring magus said walking closer to Azreal.
" Azazel?, No child, Bow before the Bloodlusted Fallen Celestial, Archangel Azreal, The Nephilim Embodiment Of Death " Azreal proclaimed with pride.
* GRAWL *
The pain grawls of Williams transformation was voiced to the hearing of the present beings, that went ignored as the mage continued her advance.
" Ohh, Forgive me great one, I am the humble servant of the priestess serving Lord Azazel, Princess Orin ", Having being unable to use his Omniscient mind in this alternate dimension he could comprehend it's timeline.
But hearing that name brought hatred into Azreal's very being, with a wave of his scythe a ripple of airwaves expelled from his being.
First it seemed harmless but after some seconds most living creatures around him in a seven hundred meter radius started fading into dust.
Gasps echoed through the crowd as the remaining knights were immediately enshrouded with fear, they all walked further away from Azreal.
" Lord, why? ", the female magus said with a pang of pain running through her, " I guess you have a strong connection to your people, but I don't apologize, where is Azazel " he commanded in an eery tone.
" His location is known only by the priestess, not her servant " the mage replied sharply, a harmless burst of aura escaped Azreal's body, his feet slowly left the ground stopping just centimeters away from touching the sand.
He spun his scythe to a blur, " We've always wanted to go against Azazel's tyranny but the fear of his divine power kept us from doing so, Fighting against you and winning would prove our worth against him " a heavily armoured knight said.
" So be it " multiple voice proclaimed from Azreal.
After eradicating everyone knight below A rank, the numbers remaining barley reached a hundred.
' This wasn't part of the plan, but I shall commence', He thought stopping the spin of his long handled scythe, ' Finding that traitor would also mean finding explanations of my past as an archangel '.
The soliders dashed at him with inhumane speeds and bravery, " How pathetic " Azreal said dodging a slash while counterattacking by severing the knights torso.
A hammer came for his head, he moved to the side and swung his scythe downwards at the head of the hammer warrior, blood and a severed head dropped few moments later.
The soldiers were easily sliced into halves and quarters by the cold blade of the scythe, the figure wasn't even enough to be called a drill for Azreal as at a point he discarded his scythe.
Weapons were destroyed by his hands, heads popped, bodies exploded, death reigned, during his meaningless waste of movements, a group of ten watched him from a distance.
Amongst them was the Princess Orin the first to addressed him, his feet slowly landed on the rough stand, ' XXX ranked humans of Grandmaster to Demi Saint stage, let's see how long they will last '.
* BOOM *
Running past the the town lumps of earth and dust devils surged from the ground, at the northern edge of the town a huge citadel trembled.
On its walls were the last saviours of their humble abode, in the depths of the citadel held thousands of people praying to what ever God interceded them.
Little did they know, their time had come.
Back on the walls of the citadel fear permitted through the air and in the hearts of men, everyone quivered, all except Princess Orin.
Why were they afraid?
The destructive force heading for them had halted midway, they theorized he must have stopped, but that was were they failed, Orin had realized their mistake.
Although she didn't know where he was, she knew he was close, even maybe standing besides them, " Pull yourselves together ", she barked.
Her comrades were by far older than her, nobles, rulers, commanders and high ranked knights and magi.
" Orin, you have to understand what we're up against, being a monarch, you must know these things " a perplexed old magus with a staff said.
" The Oracle has announced our Ragnarok, the Ragnarok of this world, everything were doing futile " a man in a obsidian like armour said falling to his knees on the surprisingly broad wall top.
" Fate can be rewritten, if luck is by our side, we can save our world and thousands of others " Orin reasoned, * SLAP *, nearly stumbling over the wall princess Orin held her cheek in pain.
Over her was a female archer dressed in a crystalline green armour, she had long lush black hair and dark eyes which burned with hatred against the princess's sayings.
Dropping her quiver and bow.
She clenched her unarmored fists and said, " Look princess, I think we should walk down this wall and talk with the people trying to convince them their deaths would be painless " the archer said.
" I think that would be unnecessary " a haunting voice said, Orin gasped in shock as the archer's body fell into two vertically sliced pieces.
The cut was so clean there wasn't even a spill of blood till a few seconds later, and that was the state which every other member of the group was kept.
Dead with a single slash.
Disgraceful.
He swung his scythe to get rid of the inexistent blood, he walked past Orin letting her gaze deep into his abysmal darkness of a face, she tripped and fell on her butt using her hands to support her trembling state.
She sat there lost and traumatized, what sort of dream was this, her beautiful face paled as that of an undead, what ever plan she was formulating was washed away in an instant.
His hood fluttered slightly as he sat on the edge of the wall, " here I thought XXX ranked humans were capable of a solar level destruction but I am disappointed " he said.
" The author was even lackluster to write a fight scene for you guys, well that's what you get for being a very minor character " he said reverting back to his original form.
His armour and scythe disappeared leaving only a white haired boy with heterochromic eyes of Amber and Amaranthine dressed in a black and red tracksuit with a metallic hand band on his left hand.
From the top of the citadel he could clearly see the sun setting, it was truly magnificent, Azreal turned his head to Orin still finding her in the same position.
' She's really pretty ' he thought.
" I guess you've understand the current predicament of your world but I am sorry to say it had already been planned even before I came here, sad to comprehend the fate of an entire world was doomed by the deal set between two people ".
Azreal stood up from the edge and walked up to Orin, " Where is the priestess " he asked calmly, he had to repeat the question again but still got no answer.
* Sigh *
He crossed a leg over her and sat on her lap, his devilishly handsome face staring at her beautiful visage, " Well I would have to read your memories then, and I assure you, you would enjoy every bit of it " he said grabbing her waist.